Boozer Not a Loser
A billionaire, he knew each wine by name
Todd Worthington of inheritance fame
Blindfolded he taste-tested
Fans watched so interested
Until a street boozer put him to shame
Fred stumbled in, challenged Todd to a race
Though Fred was not skilled in fine social grace
Drank Todd under the table
Todd out cold, Fred was able
To acquire high society’s embrace
Written June 18, 2011
for Francine’s “Bottle of Wine (Fruit of the vine, when...” contest”
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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